Terrifyingly Homeless

Tom, why didn't love

find its way into your heart?

Why is the suffering

that delights your thorny soul

so grand today?

Tom... Can you hear

the whisper teasing

your memories?

I know all you wanted

was solitude.

Your dreams, born by chance,

leave stains on your cold soul.

I want to take this soul

in my arms, savor its every sigh,

fall in love with

its burning kisses.

Tom, your memories

die peacefully, thrown down

by the sky to the very bottom.

Only your body,

terrifyingly homeless,

keeps you going.

But I know that one evening

you will shake off the shadow

from your shoulders,

sit among the stars

and realize that you had to

wait for life to find you.

Please, wrap your arms

around me, give me

sleepless, beautiful kisses.